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 Gregers. Claim? [Understands him.] Ah, I see.

Hialmar. Have you been presenting claims, Gregers?

Gregers Oh, nonsense.

Relling. Faith, but he has, though! He went round to all the cottars' cabins presenting something he called "the claim of the ideal."

Gregers. I was young then.

Relling. You're right; you were very young. And as for the claim of the ideal—you never got it honoured while I was up there.

Gregers. Nor since either.

Relling. Ah, then you've learnt to knock a little discount off, I expect.

Gregers. Never, when I have a true man to deal with.

Hialmar. No, I should think not, indeed. A little butter, Gina.

Relling. And a slice of bacon for Molvik.

Molvik. Ugh! not bacon! [A knock at the garret door.